great-warnovel Chapter 141 Silver Notes as a Mattress! The fourth brother pressed her down with a pile of money. To
Chapter 141 Silver Notes as a Mattress! The fourth brother pressed her down with a pile of money. To
The auction house in the Wolf Fang Special Zone was filled with a frenzied, money-grubbing atmosphere.
This newly completed circular building employs an echo design similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum. At this moment, hundreds of wealthy merchants from the county town and even neighboring counties, who had come upon hearing the news, are staring intently at the object covered by red silk in the center of the stage, their eyes bloodshot.
"Dear shopkeepers, thank you for waiting."
Qin Yue stood on the high platform, his brocade robe with purple and gold trim gleaming under the lamplight. He held no abacus, only a folding fan in his hand, his lazy and casual demeanor resembling that of a fox that had just stolen some fish and was still not satisfied with just that.
"Today's grand finale is a divine object that I brought back from the far west after a tremendous amount of effort and the loss of three batches of camels."
As he spoke, he casually walked to the red silk, his long, slender fingers pinching a corner of the fabric:
"This object is called—'Mercury Mirror'."
"brush--"
The red silk ribbon fell.
In an instant, a dazzling white light pierced the dimness of the auction house.
It was a floor-length mirror, as tall as a person.
There was no dim, blurry yellow light from the bronze mirror, no ripples on the water's surface. The mirror's surface was as smooth as ice, as flat as a whetstone, reflecting the greedy, shocked, and infatuated expressions of the crowd below with exquisite detail.
"Oh my god... is that a mirror? It must be sucking your soul in!"
"It's crystal clear! I can even count the freckles on my face!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Sitting in the first row, Master Qian (Qin family's professional shill) was now putting on a dramatic performance. He suddenly sprang up from his chair, clutching his chest, with an exaggerated expression as if he had seen a divine intervention:
"A divine object! This is a demon-revealing mirror... no, it's a heart-revealing mirror!"
"I'll offer three thousand taels! Don't even try to take it from me! I want to buy it as a family heirloom!"
This roar completely ignited the competitive spirit and possessiveness of the wealthy businessmen present.
In this era where reflections in bronze mirrors are often blurry, a mirror that can clearly show one's pores is the most potent luxury item for wealthy men with numerous wives and concubines.
"Three thousand taels is nothing! I'll offer five thousand taels!"
"Six thousand taels! I want to give it to my wife!"
"Eight thousand taels! I'll take this mirror!"
Prices soared, shouts of bids rose and fell, and silver notes, representing real gold and silver, were waved in the air like a frenzied snowflake ritual.
Qin Yue stood on the stage, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes swept calmly across the entire audience.
He was silently calculating in his mind.
Eight thousand taels... nine thousand taels...
not enough.
This amount of money isn't even enough to build a pure gold swimming pool for my sister-in-law.
He tilted his head slightly, looking towards the secluded private room on the second floor. Behind the gauze curtains there sat Su Wan.
As if sensing something, the gauze curtain swayed slightly, and a slender, jade-like hand reached out, gently making a "one" gesture.
Ten thousand taels.
Qin Yue understood immediately, and the smile in his eyes deepened instantly, turning into a bewitching red.
"Everyone."
He snapped his folding fan shut with a crisp "snap," silencing the clamor of the room.
"My sister-in-law just said that."
"This mirror symbolizes 'a broken mirror being mended' and 'a mind as clear as a mirror.' If the price is too low, it would be a desecration of a sacred object."
"The starting bid is ten thousand taels. If it's even a penny less, my Qin family will keep the photo for ourselves."
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Ten thousand taels? That's half the working capital of a county!
Just as everyone hesitated, Master Qian roared again, his voice hoarse:
"Eleven thousand taels! I'd sell the land to buy it! With this mirror, I can see clearly who started it when my eighteen concubines fight at night!"
"Twelve thousand taels!"
Finally, Wang, the biggest silk merchant in the county, gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table:
"Master Qin, I want this mirror! Bring the cash right away!"
Qin Yue narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, pointed her folding fan at Manager Wang, and smiled with captivating charm:
"make a deal."
"Manager Wang is so generous. Tonight, even the moonlight in this county town will be outshone by this mirror."
……
Late at night, in the main courtyard of the Qin family.
Outside, the wind and snow howled, but inside, the underfloor heating made it as warm as spring.
However, the warmest place in the room was not the underfloor heating, but the large canopy bed covered with brocade.
"Splash—"
A loud bang.
Several heavy mahogany chests were placed upside down on the bed.
Countless silver notes stamped with red seals, along with glittering gold ingots and white silver ingots, flooded the entire bed like a sudden downpour.
Su Wan had just finished showering and was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair, wearing a thin silk robe. Before she could react, she was stunned by the overwhelming shower of money.
"Fourth brother! Are you crazy?!"
She gasped in surprise, instinctively trying to dodge the hard silver ingots.
Available in the next second.
A figure in crimson purple, exuding both chill and fervor, suddenly pounced forward.
"Sister-in-law, don't hide."
Qin Yue's voice was terribly hoarse, like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days finally seeing meat.
He grabbed Su Wan's waist and forcefully pressed her into the pile of silver notes and gold ingots.
"Well……"
Su Wan's back bumped into the papers and metal.
The silver notes were brittle, and the gold ingots were hard, digging painfully into her skin. But before she could cry out in pain, Qin Yue's burning hot body had already covered her, pressing her down tightly.
"Fourth brother...it hurts..."
Su Wan frowned, placed her hands on his chest, and tried to push him away.
"Does it hurt?"
Qin Yue not only didn't move away, but instead pressed down even more viciously.
He grabbed a handful of silver notes and scattered them on Su Wan. He watched as the papers, each bearing the denomination "one thousand taels," drifted onto her snow-white collarbone and chest, creating a striking visual contrast with her pinkish skin.
"Sister-in-law, this is the money of the entire county!"
Qin Yue's eyes were frighteningly red. He lowered his head and took a deep breath at Su Wan's neck with an almost obsessive fascination, then turned his head to smell the silver notes.
"Smell it...it smells so good."
"This is the smell of power, the smell of greed."
"Today, Manager Wang mortgaged his ancestral property to buy that broken mirror. Now, all the wealthy merchants in the city have been emptied of their cash."
As he spoke, he grabbed Su Wan's hand and forcefully pressed it against the mass of hard, protruding gold coins beneath him:
"Sister-in-law, want me to touch it?"
"Is this gold... enough to make a gold chain for my sister-in-law? To lock you on this bed, and forbid you from going anywhere?"
Su Wan was startled by his crazed appearance, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.
At this moment, Qin Yue was like a bandit leader who had just plundered his spoils and was eager to show off his achievements to his wife.
"Qin Yue! Get up... This money is too dirty; who knows how many people it passed through..."
Su Wan tried to bring him back to his senses.
Qin Yue chuckled softly, a hint of wickedness in his laughter.
He suddenly lowered his head and bit down on a corner of a silver note that had fallen into Su Wan's collarbone.
Then, with a flick of her tongue, she moved the silver note aside, revealing the delicate skin beneath.
"It's pretty dirty."
"Reeks of money."
He casually spat the silver note, worth a fortune, onto the ground, as if spitting out phlegm.
Then, he stuck out his tongue and licked the skin that had just been covered by the silver note.
Humid and hot, rough and coarse.
It's like cleaning, but also like re-marking.
"So... we need to clean this piece of skin."
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Yue placed his hands on either side of Su Wan's head, trapping her in this cage made of money.
His gaze shifted from the bed full of silver notes back to Su Wan's face, and the fervor in his eyes gradually transformed into a deep and suppressed longing.
"Just now at the auction, watching those people go crazy over these few pieces of paper, I was thinking..."
"If they knew that all that money ended up as a mattress on my sister-in-law's bed, wouldn't they be furious?"
He freed one hand, picked up a heavy gold ingot, and slowly slid it down Su Wan's waistline.
The cold metal slid across the warm silk robe, sending shivers down my spine.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"Cold..." Su Wan's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"It's cold, that's for sure."
Qin Yue suddenly threw away the gold ingot in his hand, and the gold slammed onto the foot of the bed with a "thud".
He leaned down and pressed his burning chest tightly against Su Wan's cold body.
"Money is cold."
"Only I... am hot."
He bit her earlobe, his voice low and deep, as if it were reverberating from his chest:
"Sister-in-law, this bed is too cramped tonight."
"Or...you can sleep on this money."
"Or...?"
His hands slipped under her clothes, his palms burning hot, gripping her slender waist tightly, and he pulled her up forcefully, drawing her even closer to him.
"You sleep on top of me."
"You choose."
Su Wan looked at the man in front of her with eyes like a wolf or a tiger.
Beneath him lay a vast fortune that was hard to bear, and on his body was a scalding hot male body.
This is a game of desire.
He wanted to fill her world with the most mundane things, and then force her to admit it—
Among all this wealth, he was her only support.
"I choose...you."
Su Wan bit her lower lip, her voice as soft as water, carrying a hint of pleading:
"Throw all these things down there."
"it is good."
Qin Yue received a satisfactory answer, and a firework of "success" instantly exploded in his eyes.
He suddenly stood up and swung his arm.
"Splash—!!!"
Those silver notes, gold ingots, and silver treasuries that countless people dream of were all swept under the bed by him like garbage.
The ground was covered with gold and silver.
But no one gave it a second glance.
Because on the bed, there are treasures more precious than gold and silver.
Qin Yue pressed down again, this time without those uncomfortable obstacles.
Only the soft brocade quilt, and her even softer self.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply the fresh scent of her body after her bath, his voice muffled, carrying a hint of languid contentment:
"Sister-in-law is right."
"This stench of money... it's definitely not as pleasant as my sister-in-law's."